Day 69 // Public Channel

[psionichax0r]

She said I'm supposed to be patrol... So if you're in charge of patrol let me know what I should actually be doing.

[You know, besides setting up a tent, because that's not going to happen. The voice has a slight lisp, the speaker unknown as he doesn't bother to introduce himself.]

Also, why are we here?

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[psionichax0r]

[So he doesn't need to be doing anything, and this guy is a weirdo. But he just got hired so what are the odds he's actually not supposed to do something?]

Yeah. Okay. But I'm sure you won't mind if I wait to hear it from the warden.

[betheman]

And you are certainly free to do so-

In the meantime however, that leaves you with the task of setting up camp either way. Unless you intend to sleep upon soil, naturally.

[psionichax0r]

Yeah. [He looks over at the tent he'd been given to set up where it rests on the ground.] I'm not doing that.

[betheman]

The preparation of a campsite, or the sleeping upon soil?

[psionichax0r]

"Preparing" a "campsite" [And you can definitely hear the quotation marks around both words]

[betheman]

You were given supplies, were you not?

[He at least hopes you were.]

[psionichax0r]

Yes?

[betheman]

Then I, the man Gongenzaka, recommend perhaps using them. They have been granted for a reason.

[psionichax0r]

And what reason is that?

[betheman]

To give yourself shelter, food, and tools with which to take full advantage of the surroundings here. [He recites, like a Nerd,]

[psionichax0r]

[Ugh, trolling this guy would just take too much energy at this point.] Somehow I think I'll manage.

[betheman]

[That's his secret Sol-]

Aah, I, the man Gongenzaka, have a feeling you shall..!

Otherwise, I shall see you in the medical tent, perhaps.

[gon no]

[psionichax0r]

[That almost makes him laugh.] I thought the only thing to worry about was people getting lost in the wilderness.

[betheman]

If you are intelligent enough to set up camp, certainly.

[Can it be?

Is GONGENZAKA trolling!?]

[psionichax0r]

Can? Yes. Will? Nah.

[betheman]

Then that shall be your own loss.

[Annnnd he's out.]